“There’s some old wisdom . . . country boys can survive?” I joke, licking his skin again. He tastes like sweat and sex, and I bite my teeth down gently, holding him there so I can circle my tongue around him. “Mmm.”
He groans, and I feel his cock jump, responding jealously and wanting my attention lower. Keith moves unexpectedly, pulling me beneath him and pressing my hands to the bed above me. “I think I like your plan,” he purrs, touching his forehead to mine. “I could stay inside your tight little body, your hot silky walls caressing me all day.”
I smile, writhing against him, pressing my wrists against his restraint even though I don’t want him to let me go. I just want to test him, make him press against me harder, force him to dominate me a bit rougher because we both know I can take it.
It’s a new awakening for me. I’ve never really experienced anything like it before. But in giving in to Keith, I’ve found my body responding more to every touch, every stroke of his fingers on my skin. He drives me wild, and I feel like a different woman from when we first met . . . stronger and more satisfied than I’ve ever been.
He leans down, kissing me fiercely before biting at my lower lip, hard enough to make me whimper. “There’s just one thing. I promised you pancakes on the way home, and if we stay for another round, I’m gonna wear you out so much that we’ll have to go straight home so I can be there when Carsen gets home from school.”
I pout, puffing out my bitten lip. “I don’t want pancakes. I want you. One more time before the real world intrudes?”
But even as I curl my hips, searching for his touch, my traitorous body responds to his promise of pancakes and my stomach growls loudly. I guess cans of chili and stew aren’t enough.
Keith smirks down at me, pushing up a little. “See? I need to feed you. I promise we’ll get another chance, but you’ve got to be sore.”
He moves one hand down my body, soft caresses meant to soothe as he traces my breasts, my belly, and across my hipbone. Sweet, but oh, so tantalizing, and as he brushes across my mound, I quiver, whimpering again.
He’s right, I am sore from our repeated rough couplings, but I’m still hungry for more. I’m addicted to Keith, fully head over heels even if I’ve never said that to him again, and I want every caress and every orgasm he can give me. I arch my back, but my stomach growls again, betraying me. “Dammit.”
Keith laughs, cupping my pussy and making me hiss, both in heat and a little ache before he bends down and kisses me just above my belly button. “Don’t worry, Elise. I know what you need. Food and maybe a little recovery time, then I’ll make you cream all over my cock again.”
I sigh, knowing he’s right. He stands, pulling me up with him, his thick cock sandwiched between us.
Keith hisses at the contact, pulling back reluctantly. “Get dressed before I change my mind,” he growls mock threateningly. I’m not scared. Hell, I want to push him a little further just to find that line of control he skates on the edge of every minute of every day, and then shove him past the boundary.
So I do as he says and get dressed, but I do it with every bit of sexiness I can muster. I find my panties on the floor and bend over, exposing myself to him as I pick them up. I can feel his eyes blazing on my skin and I look over my shoulder, delighted to see his gazed fixed on me. I can see his cock hard, throbbing, wanting him to change his mind.
Loving that my tease is working, I flick my panties, getting them turned right side out before inhaling, and holding them out to him. “These are dirty from yesterday. They smell like sex. I need fresh ones from my bag.”
I walk past Keith, who is as still as a statue, and lay the panties against his chest where he grabs them in one fist. “What?”
“Souvenir,” I reply as I dig in my bag, again exposing myself to him as I grab a tiny scrap of satin and pull it out, holding it up where I know he can see it from his position behind me. I dip even lower, slipping first one then the other pointed toe into the undies and pulling them slowly up my calves and to my knees.
When I get mid-thigh, Keith growls. “Stop.”
I look back, a smirk already on my face. But when I see him, it vanishes, my mouth dropping open as I see Keith with my sexed underwear wrapped around his cock as he jerks himself.